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"Well... sometimes, greatness comes from the most unexpected places and spuds your potato fields for half-a-mark a day."

Born on the lowest rung of the social ladder, at the underdeveloped borderlands of the empire, Tyranio would've been destined to live out the rest of his days as a village bumpkin meassuring his worth in potatoes, had he seen the light of day a few miles eastwards. But to his greatest fortune, he was born a Gombostonian and for a Gombostonian the possibility of war is always within a lifetime, with all the suffering and glory it entails. Having no other way to break out from his status, he waited the next war with a disturbing anticipation that would've made a stahlkultisten blush.

Needless to say, he was estatic when the 5th Chedrihan War did broke out and managed to enlist two hours after the declaration of war, but he was in for a world of disappointment. One, the train would not leave for a week. And two, the life of the Empire's galant soldiers and it's lowly peasants doesn't differ much, albeit one is certainly shorter than the other. This however did little to dishearten him even, if the most apparent change in his life was that the shovels got smaller. He fought through several months as a regular bushjumper, before fate smiling on him in the form of a Chedrihan barrage that managed to kill everyone above the rank of unteroffizier in a five kilometer radius. With a dugout full of dead officers, continuing their wise council in the afterlife and a furious Chedrihan charge taking shape in the horizon, most soldiers were in agreement that the situation was lost. Tyranio thought differently. With the butt of his rifle, he promoted himself to the highest possible rank in the trench by knocking out the last, paniced unterofficer and ralied the men to defend the sector and even lead a successful counter-charge for good meassure.

His audacity and low station alone would've earned him a promt execution by firing squad, but in consideration to the results and the high mortality rate of officers of late, they granted him a commission instead. Finally broken out from his social rank, Tyranio tied his fate to the Empire's in pursuit of glory and status. He gained no little infamy among friend and foe alike as an officer of great audacity and little regard for anything else. He would either ride the Empire's coattails to the heights of society through victory or the gallows in defeat, for there were only potato fields in the middle.

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And now the menagerie is complete. Didn't thought I would live to see it, but better late than never.

Description
"Well... sometimes, greatness comes from the most unexpected places and spuds your potato fields for half-a-mark a day."

Born on the lowest rung of the social ladder, at the underdeveloped borderlands of the empire, Tyranio would've been destined to live out the rest of his days as a village bumpkin meassuring his worth in potatoes, had he seen the light of day a few miles eastwards. But to his greatest fortune, he was born a Gombostonian and for a Gombostonian the possibility of war is always within a lifetime, with all the suffering and glory it entails. Having no other way to break out from his status, he waited the next war with a disturbing anticipation that would've made a stahlkultisten blush.

Needless to say, he was estatic when the 5th Chedrihan War did broke out and managed to enlist two hours after the declaration of war, but he was in for a world of disappointment. One, the train would not leave for a week. And two, the life of the Empire's galant soldiers and it's lowly peasants doesn't differ much, albeit one is certainly shorter than the other. This however did little to dishearten him even, if the most apparent change in his life was that the shovels got smaller. He fought through several months as a regular bushjumper, before fate smiling on him in the form of a Chedrihan barrage that managed to kill everyone above the rank of unteroffizier in a five kilometer radius. With a dugout full of dead officers, continuing their wise council in the afterlife and a furious Chedrihan charge taking shape in the horizon, most soldiers were in agreement that the situation was lost. Tyranio thought differently. With the butt of his rifle, he promoted himself to the highest possible rank in the trench by knocking out the last, paniced unterofficer and ralied the men to defend the sector and even lead a successful counter-charge for good meassure.

His audacity and low station alone would've earned him a promt execution by firing squad, but in consideration to the results and the high mortality rate of officers of late, they granted him a commission instead. Finally broken out from his social rank, Tyranio tied his fate to the Empire's in pursuit of glory and status. He gained no little infamy among friend and foe alike as an officer of great audacity and little regard for anything else. He would either ride the Empire's coattails to the heights of society through victory or the gallows in defeat, for there were only potato fields in the middle.

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And now the menagerie is complete. Didn't thought I would live to see it, but better late than never.